I am a refugee. With appreciation on March 12, 70 years ago, I arrived on the soil of the USA. World War II ripped away my home, my country and my childhood. At the end of this monster, I and my family had the opportunity to be placed in a Displaced Persons Camp in Germany in the American zone. A number of years later, the family arrived in Boston, then New York City. We were awed by the city, the English language and all that was new and unfamiliar.
All the immigrant kids grew up, became educated and started their own lives. Everyone became bilingual and very independent. We bought houses, cars, educated our kids and grew old.
I thank all the American soldiers who saved our lives, without whom I would not be here. My country is the USA and my hometown is Liepaja, Latvia.
Gunta Krasts Voutyras, Glens Falls